.hum na bhut doctors ko cheack kar waya or woo sab dr ya hei khata tha ka sab kuch normal hai means hum dono main koi problem nahi ha .lakin us ka baw...jood mara husband muja pregnent nahi kar paa raha thaa, main family waloon ka tana sun sun kar tang ay chuki thee or husband bhi divorce dainay ka liye tayaar thaa,or khata ka ager child na huwa too main tum ko choor doon ga main bhut pershan rahney lagi thee. Mari aik cousion ko Allah na rahmat ka farishta bana kar UK sa baj dia ,woo muj sa. The gym was advance and very pricey. It had swimming pools and spas. You only could find it if you know were it was. It was called "Sally's Gym" It had the best instructors around. Normally you wouldn’t be able to get a job there but they were low on time so they decided to hire you at the gym. The pay was total shit. The hours were long.You didn't get paid hardly anything. It was still worth it. The woman there were hot. You all ways had a kinky nature. You love strong and well built women.. I saw mom's trimmed thatch and still very beautiful body. She could have been a model, at least a clothing model.Mom's only 5'2", about 110 pounds, a lovely olive type complexion because grandma is Sicilian, and dark eyes and hair. I am a 4'6" version of her, except I got my father's green eyes. I probably weigh about 90 pounds because the phys. ed. programs in school have put muscularity on my body that mom didn't have.That night, we played show and tell.Mom didn't realize (did she?) that this. I squeezed out the last drop and reluctantly released the still hard member. Mom was looking at the mess, I had made. Quite a bit of it was all over her hand. Im so sorry mom! I didnt mean to do it! She looked at me for the longest time, looked at her gunk-covered hand – got up and left the bedroom without a word. I felt like crying. A moment ago, I had been in heaven. And now I knew mom hated me. I would never feel her soft hands on my pecker again………. I didnt trust myself to say anything,.